We arrived at our hotel, the very smart Iberostar Playa Gaviotas, the day before. Today, after a short walk, we've had lunch and retired to the bar upstairs for coffee. This we get from a coffee machine inside the door and the only receptacles are large plastic tumblers, which we fill.
I follow C through the bar to the outside area as she's spotted a table overlooking the outdoor pool/lido on the floor below and looking out to the sea. It's windy, with some strong gusts, but warm.
Before I even get to the table she has put down her tumbler, placed her hat on the table next to it, and the wind has taken the hat into the tumbler, tipping it right over. The entire hot contents gush across the table and onto - and across - the low wall the other side.
Whilst I'm already thinking about getting a refill, C has other concerns: "I hope there's nobody below!"
I tentatively peer over the wall to see a surprised, and not a little indignant, middle-aged gent lying face up on a sun lounger staring at me! With an apologetic shrug and quick "The wind!" I hastily withdraw. C goes back inside but the bar staff are busy so she grabs some paper napkins and manages to wipe up most of the mess.
It isn't until this task is complete that we start to giggle. With hysterical hyperbole we wonder should we run back to the room and change? Lie low for a bit? Change our appearance - perhaps shave C's hair off? Is that an ambulance we can hear?
minutes later we're still laughing sporadically. (Actually I'm sure the coffee would have cooled down a bit before landing on C's victim. I just wish I'd stuck my phone camera over the edge instead of looking! His face!!!) Fortunately we don't see him again and it's soon the weekend so with any luck he won't be in a hospital bed and will be going home, probably to Germany from where most of the guests here hail.

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